It's here! Rage of the Carrots revived!!

[[T]osHiro]

yodeler

[Robenhagen]

, known

[DaemianLucifer]

solemnly

[ThunderTitan]

as

[DaemianLucifer]

fighting

[theLuckyDragon]

any

[DaemianLucifer]

known

[Malicen]

parrot

[gravyluvr]

named

[HodgePodge]

"Knuckles"

[theLuckyDragon]

recap on this sentece (I'm not ending it!):

Having my splotchy rug burning with depression, I, Purplebeard, the pirate Queen of jelly, Mongo, butler of Purplebeard the green-bearded poltergeist yodeler, known solemnly as fighting any known parrot named "Knuckles", shall

(as in "I... shall")

[Thelonious]

single-handedly

[lordskeleton]

comb

[Thelonious]

my

[Fenris]

furry

[george137]

uncontrollable

[Thelonious]

breast-hair.

Summary:

The Rage increased but Purplebeard remembered the toast that was rapidly befuddling. But realizing that the moose was nomewhere, running towns like a yellow dragon, the gnome started designing boots for the mud medusas. The pineapple-folk went unintentionally through forty blenders and twelve mushy bald-heads.

However, while it mostly was delicious to eat, some of the oaks were shamelessly pee-ing upon the steelclad of Sherwood Forest. So patriotic was I that scarecrows had begun picking their wings and eyes. The scary carrots even wanted lots of mashed bananas with cinnamon.

Therefore my Purplebeard gave me his pegleg.

Unfortunately, though, chimps were too uneducated for the giant mutated whale to honestly underestimate lunchtime with a big poem about a massive attack of locusts swarming nearby my orange hair.

By not drinking insanely what you find lying beneath the abyss.

The muzzleloader had seen how curious badly we once were, so my aunt slapped everyone right into a carboard wall.

Thus Purplebeard never got any clue how to stick the pear-shaped funny-looking rubber ducky on the unyielding red claw but that notorious thief Sandro rose to yawn for a pair of Jacks.

Sparrow which he'd eagerly spend because witchcraft was forbidden!

Retracing Purplebeard and the moose munching rhododendrons, raspberries, and communists cornballs. Thirty-four years ago, old pumpkins from crumpled llamas pumpkin-patches and persimmons trespassed precariously through piles of marshes.

Unfortunately, misquitoes, barricaded crocodiles, with aardvarks advancing boldly onward against the avalanches of strawberries shaped Sundaes.

Suddenly, thirty pickles jumped quickly into a sandwich made in the yellow furnace of Hephaistos which could fly by itself even though it was not avian water crawled over slippery noodles and Alfredo-Sauce.

Purplebeard licked several rusty locks which tasted like fried worms covered with marmalade and anchovies from Hell (horses').

Flabergasted by flubber, thirteen fluttering floozies that were so inebriated and packed with waffles and coconut lollypops that they had internal "issues" which Littlebottom enjoyed playing old toilet symphonies by Mozart the Penguin Feather lover.

So oranges, carrots and peas fought tooth and his punny potatoes, utilizing purplebeards butterknife jackhammer to prove some point to anyone crazy for italian pumpkins.

Now dandelions and daisies drank buckets of rum tasting hamburgers containing tiny molecules of sugar llama coated woolies.


Having my splotchy rug burning with depression, I, Purplebeard, the pirate Queen of jelly, Mongo, butler of Purplebeard the green-bearded poltergeist yodeler, known solemnly as fighting any known parrot named "Knuckles", shall single-handedly comb my furry uncontrollable breast-hair.

[DaemianLucifer]

Fortunately,

[Gaidal Cain]

carrots

[Wildbear]

exhibited